Constance Fenimore Woolson Quotes

• Time is not so all-erasing as we think.

  Constance Fenimore Woolson

  Time, Thinking

  Constance Fenimore Woolson (2015). “Anne”, p.177, Sheba Blake Publishing

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• Theories are like scaffolding: they are not the house, but you cannot build the house without them.

  Constance Fenimore Woolson

  House, Theory, Scaffolding

  Constance Fenimore Woolson (1892). “Anne”

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• My only wickedness is that I love you; my only goodness, the same.

  Constance Fenimore Woolson

  Love You, Wickedness, Goodness

  Constance Fenimore Woolson (2015). “Anne”, p.391, Sheba Blake Publishing

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• It is easy to be humble when a greater is preferred; but when an inferior is lifted high above our heads, how can we bear it?

  Constance Fenimore Woolson

  Humble, Humility, Bears

  Constance Fenimore Woolson (2015). “Anne”, p.17, Sheba Blake Publishing

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• Are we to go out with trumpets and tell everything we know, just because it is true? Is there not such a thing as egotistical truthfulness?

  Constance Fenimore Woolson

  Egotistical, Trumpets, Truthfulness

  Constance Fenimore Woolson (1960). “Anne: A Novel”, p.170, Library of Alexandria

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• warm-heartedness generally begins at home, and those who are warm to others are warmer to themselves; it is but the overflow.

  Constance Fenimore Woolson

  Kindness, Home, Overflow

  Constance Fenimore Woolson (2015). “Anne”, p.89, Sheba Blake Publishing

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• If we neglect our privileges, the gods take them from us.

  Constance Fenimore Woolson

  Gratitude, Privilege, Neglect

  Constance Fenimore Woolson (2015). “Anne”, p.239, Sheba Blake Publishing

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• a daughter's love for a kind father ... is mixed with the careless happiness of childhood, which can never come again. Into the father's grave the daughter, sometimes a gray-haired woman, lays away forever the little pet names and memories which to all the rest of the world are but foolishness.

  Constance Fenimore Woolson

  Daughter, Memories, Father

  Constance Fenimore Woolson (2012). “Anne: A Novel”, p.129, The Floating Press

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• In tangled wreath, in clustered gleaming stars,
  In floating, curling sprays,
  The golden flower comes shining though the woods
  These February days;
  Forth go all hearts, all hands, from out the town,
  To bring her gayly in,
  This wild, sweet Princess of far Florida -
  The yellow jessamine.

  Constance Fenimore Woolson

  Sweet, Stars, Flower

  Clare Benedict, Constance Fenimore Woolson (1930*). “Five Generations (1785-1923): Being Scattered Chapters from the History of the Cooper, Pomeroy, Woolson and Benedict Families, with Extracts from Their Letters and Journals, as Well as Articles and Poems by Constance Fenimore Woolson”

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